[i][size=12] [b]I lie down to close the gate to the world outside, and I think of you to write some words, yet nothing comes to mind. At least the days passing by don't lengthen the distance between us. Why? There isn't any. You're here with me, always accompanying me, all the time dwelling inside my mind, and I don't know what else to give you but tell you that I ... That you're ... Well,[/b] you [b]know.[/b][/size][/i]

...Anja...